SUNDAY SCRIBBLINGS
FIRST KISS!
An embarrassing thing to admit is this.....
I can't remember my first kiss!
It can't have been a romantic session
Since it didn't seem to make an impression!
This was, no doubt, because of the time.
In the nineteen-fifties sex was a crime!
Not, literally, a police affair,
But something naughty and very rare.
A girl of sixteen was considered a child
And being kissed would have been quite wild!
Of course, there were girls who did more than I;
And, in any case, most boys passed me by.
But Village Socials brought titillation,
A more relaxing situation.
See the picture up above!
What are those teenagers thinking of?
Believe it or not, that was the mood;
A chat, a smile, some party food.
All with the adults supervising!
Good behaviour was not surprising!
BUT, and here's the exciting part,
Often Circle Games would start.
And 'Spin the Bottle' was quite a hit
Because we were able to kiss a bit.
The bottle was spun and the nearest girl,
Sitting, no doubt, in a frenzied whirl,
Would have to kiss the macho spinner.
Was she a loser? Was she a winner?
It all depended on the boy!
Some of them didn't give much joy!
Farmer's lads from the local farm
Lacked a certain romantic charm.
In any case, the proffered kiss
Was very much a hit-or-miss!
A peck on the cheek fifty years ago
Was enough to make a young girl glow!
And all the people sitting around
Cheered and clapped with a raucous sound!
Looking back I realise
These were 'mating-games' in a disguise.
Many a girl would marry soon
And go off on a honeymoon,
Producing an infant within the year!
And lots of marriages started here
At the Village Social. Times have changed,
Back then life was so arranged
That girls were 'daughters' and then 'wives',
Never 'teenagers' with separate lives.
A 'little girl' at Sweet Sixteen;
A wife at twenty; no in-between.
Be that as it may, it seems to me
That 'Spin the Bottles' jollity
Delivered my First Kiss to me.
It must have been just too, too boring!
No passion, romance or adoring.
My First Kiss, a non-event
Certainly hardly decadent!
Things were different in the past.
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But my First Kiss was not my last!
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An even earlier way of life here:
5 comments:
Enjoyed that. Especially the last line.
Oh, and by the early 70s we'd adapted spin a bottle quite a lot.
Wonderful memories delivered in your inimitable style. Great.
Loved it and especially the ending :)
I'm glad to hear it! Lovely poem.
First kist is relative. We have so many. Each kiss with a new person is just like a first kiss. At least to me it is.
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